Best Arcane Poems
There’s more than the eye can see
Gorgeous beauty revealing enormous constellations
Deep in the vast of time between the murmurous of generations
Sonorous sounds escape through hummed earth whispers and fade
Silent surreal piety beauty veil in transparent silk tulle shade
Trapped in an illusion in the depths of darkness wink
Through the corridors of time, thirsty for a moment of a dazzling glimpse
Arcane inner yearning into the heart deeper than the ocean
All the seas and the universe motion
Mesmerized to serve its whimsical notions
4/27/2016
MORE THAN THE EYE CAN SEE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
GORGEOUS –SURREAL- SONOROUS- DAZZLING -MURMUROUS -CORRIDORS -ARCANE
Categories:
arcane, imagery, universe,
Form:
Free verse
[Daughters of Lamia]
Today we walk from our graves
You can't wish, pray it away
The Inflamed Coven's emerged
You Will receive what you deserve
Retribution of the flaming shade
Your Malice will be paid, In Harm's way
[Aharhel]
Her Convoluted face burning with fear
Of the fall of the gate
seering their minds with the deft of the legion
The Army of the plague
Scourges your land
Scourges your Children
Scourges your hope
[Lady Arcane]
I, The White Madonna - The Poison Mistress
Hold The Rose to Salvation - Hold The Fruit to Arcane
Closer, Come, Child you are mine
[Daughter's of Lamia]
Lady Arcane wants your fear
Lady Arcane wants you near
Lady Arcan is here
Lurking In your tears
clinging to your spilled blood
the east has always been near
The Left hand reaches to the right side in disguise
In Malice's Disguise
Therionacy break you down to thy knees
To Thy Knees!
Categories:
arcane, adventure, angst, animals, confusion,
Form:
Ballad
Arcane Factories
Along the windswept wasteland
broken bones of humanity unimaginable
a Tyranny in the mind's eye
bleak landscapes of industry churn
spires reaching to torch heaven,
huge towers of jaded glass,
soaring to the zenith
breaking fire of crimson waves
pouring down
to hells foundations.
Categories:
arcane, allusion, america, analogy, anger,
Form:
Free verse
i map her seasons breast belly winter and thigh as arcane knowledge
Categories:
arcane, art, girlfriend, hyperbole, love,
Form:
Haiku
Mangled words and arcane diction,
Are in fact my fiction,
Artifacts: predilections, for attention and prediction.
Categories:
arcane, age, deep, fun, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
This land of entitlement,
entertainment and enterprise
lost burnt broken...despised
skeletal structures reaching
griping, clutching, scraping the infernal sky.
arcane factories sit on horizons
haunt like houses of Man
burning, cursing the American wasteland.
Napalm fields,
embers of pyres that rage,
race across
This holocaustic ape.
Categories:
arcane, abuse, age, anger, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Irrelevant boyhood arcane flotsam and jetsam...
Impossible mission to jettison
nonetheless laughter iz best medicine
more enjoyable with vignette aye fabricate
(think swifty taylor harried style)
ah... voila - metaphorical light bulb Edison
would appreciate.
Martha Groff a classmate
the youngest of four progeny
born approximately nine months after late
February/early March nineteen fifty nine
born December third
later same year, I speculate,
(why superfluous tidbit stuck in me pate
I'm noggin ha understand why nor postulate
rhyme or reason only ejaculate,
(albeit not prematurely) afore said date
inexplicable retention factoid remains
thus attempt to (poetically) communicate
and perhaps even entertain far fetched
scenario, where she responds, and I officiate
as designated dogfather toward fete,
perhaps birth of grandchild
thanks in part to manufacturer and affiliate
of friggin robust Groff seeds to active
courtesy after parents did consummate -
biological reproduction in utero
accomplished, completed, kickstarted
miraculous biological fate
begetting above named girl, I felt passionate
attended same school as yours truly late
nineteen sixties/early seventies,
and with exemplary grades did graduate
with honors Henry Kline Boyer Elementary
sometime thereafter, I lost sight
how her je nais sais quois presence did captivate
a presumption, she lived with birth family
at 306 Level Road and occupied residence
prior to ninety sixty eight
with two older sisters and a brother
if memory serves me correct,
cuz details sketchy, thus I will fabricate
ordinarily pathetically lame anecdote,
a pecker yule your faint recall state
with... ahem... great balls of fizzled fire,
this then puny lad, I swear to dog I intimate...
suddenly memory akin to blank slate
hence... fill in blank space,
how yours truly did capitulate!
Categories:
arcane, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
arcane orange light
shining through winter woods....
just beyond
daybreak
Written: December 01, 2022
Categories:
arcane, life,
Form:
Haiku
The resolute mind indomitable,
the feisty surfer on the waves of life
of curled crests with strewn fractured moon
and dark troughs of sunken stars,
recedes with the ebb of time,
looks out for the shore of the past.
The rolling sands etch seaward footprints,
contoured as the crumbling pattern of decay.
Time arrow finds the destined course
to the topography beyond the shore,
away from the eroded wilderness abandoned
where emptiness absorbs the hues of hope.
In the weed-webbed terrain deep within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived,
turning the flushing garden to wasteland.
The corridor paved outside its delicate fence,
waits to be walked spellbound
to the sanguine meadow of tomorrow.
The innovative memory invents
the arcane skill of alchemy,
glistens gold in the rusted crust of ruins.
Marigold blooms in the junkyard
on the scrap stack of desolate being,
with the touch of the Midas mind.
Categories:
arcane, analogy, fantasy, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
East Beast At Ease,
East Beast Freed,
Formulas Of Evil Seed,
Benevolent And Malevolent Deed.
South Shadows Rise,
Rise Shadows South,
Barren Forms Of Drought,
Like A Brutal Punch To The Mouth.
West Moon Demon,
Demon Moon West,
The Heathen Shall Soon Rest,
Or Again Be Put To The Test.
North Drive Forth The Seven,
The Seven, The North, The Norns,
Seven North Norns,
Temptress's Cast Horns
Lat 10*00.0'N
Loon 010*00.0E
Sleep No More, Awaken Assimilate!!
Categories:
arcane, allusion, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Buried beneath the
Asphalt of soul,
Catapulted beneath sterile
Visages, where only the nothingness
Emerges,
Mocking hands of surliness,
Now drowning in the void of
Their ignorance,
As life slowly flinches and fades...
Buried beneath the asphalt of
Soul, yet read on the pedestals
Of all
The ones who add meaning
To life...
Gone from the sight of deceiving
Eyes, yet fundamental for
Those who seek for value,
All
Written on arcane pedestals,
Buried beneath the asphalt of soul...
Everything achieved in life will no longer last at the end,
but the value created by these achievements is
immortal for recreation...
Inspired by poem: "Ozymandias"
Poet: Shelly
Categories:
arcane, inspirational, introspection, life, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Darkness falls upon my disguise
My heart is torn to my surprise
Emotional stress I cannot hide
A feeling of emptiness wrapped inside
My tears fall down from my eyes
Unto my fingertips as I type
One by One they cover my skin
Nothing will help, not even Mickey Finn
My fault, although I don’t want to admit
Even though it makes me sick!
From all the torment and all the pain
The book you seek, you wont find
For it contains the arcane, of one’s own mind!
Locked up and kept deep away
In your head it will stay,
For only you know which way!
Turn to the one hearts desire
Protected by thick barb wire
Standing on your feet with pride
You must search deep inside
For only you know in order to convey
The feeling’s of your own fray
To do what’s right and just
Because now it is truly a must
And I am hear to say, take the Milky Way
Up, Down, Side to Side,
A helter-skelter kind of existence is that ride!
Categories:
arcane, loss, lost love, mystery,
Form:
Verse
Towering
factories,
arcane,
silhouetted against
a violet dark sky
bruised lead-gray
clouds tumble.
heavens heavy in
thunder and lightning
turn in arcane patterns
of oblique, obsolete
across facades of machinery.
lightning arcs, carving
ruins in the angry sky.
ravens fly, high, black specters...
shadows dance in the dark
engines spark, whirr, burn,
hiss and steam.
lights of a necropolis
flare on horizons seams
towers of crimson, echos
scream, nightmares of industry.
bastions of empire
razor spires climb, high.
of bone
in ancient stone
something secret opens
alone
factories of arcane divinities.
dark eyes shown
righteous rights echo
hand carve ruins
in ash upon stone
smoke of infernos
billows into velvet skies
these dark minions roam,
into the unknown,
pluses of infinite power
dark towers,
arcane factories
reaching
silhouetted
against
violet black sky’s
Categories:
arcane, allegory, allusion, analogy, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
Beneath a veil of mystery, where the arcane embraces our fate,
On wings of dreams, through white traveling stars,
Through the mist of time, lying impenetrable before us,
Echoes hide calls that seem to fling jewels of the night.
The music of the spheres, encrypted in the silence of the ever-mute heavens,
Breathes through us, a starry chorus, on notes of dazzling azure,
Of souls chain-linked in silver, transcending life's mystery,
In the ineffable labyrinth where destiny silently weaves lily and the murmur of ivy.
We wander through temples abandoned in the twilight,
Where the echo of time beats at gates of tears and prayer,
Walls of thought concealing unfathomable glimmers and ancient blooms,
That rise as signs of a path toward lofty inner realms, vibrant with hues.
A vigil of light, gifted with a veil of unspoken enigmas,
Touches soul vibrations that intersect with the divine and reawakens,
Our communion is a vein of eternity burning in sublime music,
The hidden treasure within us, a balm of past, present, and future intertwined.
In this new beginning, where the path and the traveler become one,
Like two flames that dance harmony in darkness without a shadow,
Discover my essence, a being from afar age, now near,
In the azure realm where the heart of love beats as one, to escape no more.
In the ancient temple of our slumbering souls, awaken me there,
Where celestial fluids flow, cosmos syrup in goblets of delicate alabaster,
The unending accolade of infinity, that envelops us, binds us, lifts us,
In the mystical silence that encompasses all, unfathomable, on a sublime realm.
Categories:
arcane, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
There is a wall,
an imaginary one,
that skirts a boundary
where beyond,
a kind of madness waits,
an hallucinatory place
at the end of the mind.
Inside the wall is where
sense makes monuments
of order, where precision
prevails over chaos and life
is lived in rows gated
from the uncertanties
that swirl just outside.
What lies beyond
is raw and fluoresces
with a freedom
torn from the absolute,
calls into existence a poem,
the visions of a prophet,
nonsense, and the arcane
chatter left over after
the dissolution of whoever
it was that lived there
inside your head.
Categories:
arcane, poems, visionary,
Form:
Free verse